Let's go to class!

The last time Lilith had been on a human university campus, it had been in the days before women and men could attend the same school. There was the occasional summoning from curious students of the occult, whom she’d be more than happy to drain of life energy. Now, she confidently strolled down the forested walkways of a college campus, enjoying the warm sunlight upon her skin for the first time in years.

Of course, it wasn’t her skin. It was Emily’s. The poor girl that had foolishly summoned a demoness now was being worn like a cheap suit by the succubus, the dark red skin of an unholy creature just beneath her own. Lilith had dressed her disguise in a nice blue sundress, one of the few the relatively unfashionable Emily owned. It hugged her subtly enhanced form in a nice way, ending midway down her thighs. Succubae aren’t much for clothes, but Lilith loved playing the part of a woman—and modern women do dress in such revealing ways. She strutted down the sidewalk to the lecture hall, noting every wayward glance from the passersby. They saw Emily, sexy but boring Emily, but they did not see Lilith. It gave her such a casual thrill.

“How do I look, Hayley?” The succubus stopped at the door and turned to the Asian girl walking alongside her. After her boyfriend had departed, Hayley had spent the rest of the night with her Mistress, who rewarded her donation of his cum with more sweet, savory demon Essence. Now she walked alongside her supposed roommate in a tank top and short skirt, accompanying her to the history class they normally attended.

“You are the most beautiful thing in the world, Mistress.” Hayley replied. She was totally devoted to Lilith now, a true cultist. She had already started to reap the rewards of her service; her tits and ass had somewhat expanded from the amount of Essence she had drank.

“That’s a good slut.” ‘Emily’ said. The succubus rewarded her loyalty by grabbing her by the hip and pulling her into single a deep, wet kiss. Hayley moaned a little as she felt the forbidden nectar on Lilith’s tongue once more.

Then Lilith released her, and resumed Emily’s friendly demeanor. “Now let’s get to class, roomie!” She winked and turned to the door.

The two girls entered a wooden lecture hall. Smoothing out her dress, Lilith sat in a creaky seat, Hayley alongside. She crossed Emily’s smooth pale legs and, after running her hands down them, looked about the room at her fellow classmates. There were only a scattered few in this lecture, as many chose not to go to such a class. Hayley had been one such person. Most were rather unappetizing to the succubus, as fans of history tended to be. Soon enough, the aged professor walked in, and class began.

In crawling into Emily, Lilith had acquired her memories and knowledge about the world as it had changed since her last visit. Therefore, most of the professor’s lecture about the American Revolution was more of a walk down memory lane. The succubus recalled being summoned by a young Philadelphia socialite around that time. She’d wanted a better reputation, having come from a common Colonial background. By the time Lilith had finished strutting about town in her skin, the girl had unfortunately acquired a different reputation—one for sleeping with every British officer in town. The succubus rubbed Emily’s legs together. Now those were some fun times.

Just then, the door to the hall flew open, and a girl came walking in in a huff. The old man paused his lecture. “Ah, Gwen, nice of you to join us!”

The girl glowered at him. “I was stuck in traffic. Getting here’s a pain in the ass.” She said, before flipping a book open and taking notes.

Lilith was taken by this girl. She wore all black: black skirt, a black metal shirt, black hair, black boots, even black lipstick. She had never met a ‘goth’ before, at least not one who wasn’t a Visigoth. She could even see a few tattoos on her arms, and one underneath the fishnet stockings on her legs. What was even more interesting to her was the silver necklace Gwen wore around her neck, in the shape of a pentagram.

“Hmm, maybe we should pay her a visit before the day is out.” ‘Emily’ whispered, not taking her eyes off the goth girl sitting a few rows in front of her.

“What did you say?” Hayley said, not quite hearing what her Mistress said.